Don 8217 t mess with Mistress Alicia
Alicia woke by degrees. Nudged first into basic awareness by her inability to turn over onto her stomach. Soft snores, not her own, invaded her consciousness next. She didn’t remember, what? Her lack of memory was the final impetus to full consciousness. Eyes open. Alicia lifted her head and surveyed the room. Same basic scheme as her own hotel suite, same hotel then. Slight movement in the corner of the semi- dark room. A man in white. Asleep. She shook her head a little, still trying...